"Destroy the Tower of All Laws. Then your wish will be fulfilled."
If you can't have it, destroy it. And the object of that destruction is even the inviolable Tower of All Laws...
What a crazy and perverse idea! Truly, it is the ultimate destination of all things, the indestructible abyss!
They were extremely rebellious and their rebellion was rampant.
But Richard felt it was only natural, as if with the end of the oath that had bound the dragon race for thousands of years, the bloodline of the former overlord within him was awakening, urging him to seize and obtain everything he wanted!
If he does as that person instructs, he will gain the power to turn things around.
As promised, the other side created enough chaos outside the city, leaving Moonflower City and the academy's defenses vulnerable. Richard was therefore even more convinced that the other side indeed had the strength to fulfill its promise.
So he finally found an opportunity and made a move against the Tower of Ten Thousand Laws, which was still under repair.
He directly chose the level seven lightning spell "Nine Heavens' Lament," a legendary destructive spell that comes closest to the power of forbidden magic, and one of the advanced spells that survived in the world eight hundred years after the decline of magical civilization.
Thunder roared, and gods and men were enraged. Sin was destroyed and punishment was meted out, and heaven and earth grieved.
The enraged lightning, like a colossal serpent from ancient legends, roared down from the heavens, its momentum overwhelming and its power immense. A dark purple light pierced the sky and earth, its eerie brilliance illuminating the entire Moonflower City in an instant, turning it into a blinding, terrifying spectacle.
Faced with such powerful magic, the saplings that have not yet grown are like grass that has just broken through the soil. It seems that at any moment, they will be uprooted by a merciless hoe and buried again in the barren, filthy soil.
But to Richard's surprise, the seemingly tender sapling was completely immune to elemental damage.
Even a level seven spell couldn't shake it in the slightest. The silver leaves sang merrily in the night breeze, as if bathed in a spring rain.
The powerful and vast lightning element was drawn into the ground by its roots, which activated a hidden defensive array. An invisible light shield spread out from the roots of the oak tree, almost instantly enveloping the entire Moonflower City.
He tried to launch another attack, but the elemental entities created by the spell could only be summoned from the distant sky and slammed helplessly into the transparent defensive shield.
He immediately transformed into a dragon, attempting to shatter the magic array from the inside, but to no avail; it was like an egg hitting a rock. The force of the recoil made him dizzy and nauseous.
Meanwhile, from the direction of the palace within the city, seven more beams of magic struck him, accurately hitting his forepaws. The intense pain caused him to lose his balance, forcing him to land awkwardly on the ground again.
The Tower of All Laws—how terrifying it is!
This is the root system of many planes, the epitaph of the stars of yesteryear.
Below the high steps, more and more city guards, having regained their senses, gathered. They were clearly afraid and apprehensive, yet they couldn't help but provoke, just like the human race itself—oh, how annoying ants!
But at that moment, Richard encountered the person he least wanted to see again: the magician named Claude.
Yes, he saw his past self in the other person, his eyes shimmering, humbly yearning for a hopeless and fruitless relationship.
But Claude succeeded.
It seems that Claude is always succeeding, just as he is always failing.
His face contorted for a moment, causing him to blurt out words brimming with jealousy and resentment.
It's so satisfying to get it all out!
But it seemed to have no effect. Claude didn't even frown, as if he was already used to cold words.
Richard almost burst out laughing when he heard the other person still relentlessly lecturing him, rambling on and on, and looking at his thin, exhausted figure.
Claude wanted to stop him from destroying the Tower of All Laws.
Ah, well, he'll destroy it anyway! In any case, lucky magician, you too shall taste the bitterness of defeat!
Richard crossed his arms over his chest and closed his cold, silver eyes. His slender, beautiful fingers moved swiftly and intertwined, with dark lines extending from his fingertips to his arms like eerie spider webs and vines.
His silver hair stood on end, his tattered tuxedo fluttered without wind, and his tall, slender figure cast a trailing shadow on the tree trunk behind him, illuminated by the torches below the steps.
In his palm, a silver space seemed to be slowly tearing apart, and the ancient and distant roar of a dragon could be faintly heard.
"Isaac, what is this...?" Yun Wei frowned, staring intently at the silver sphere that was gradually taking shape in Richard's hand, his expression serious.
Even from this distance, he could feel the terrifying energy within, and gusts of wind stung his cheeks. He had no doubt about the extent of damage the Tower of Myriad Laws would cause once the opponent completed the spell.
Yun Wei pursed her lips, but her gaze fell on the silver-haired man's chest.
"It must be a secret technique of the dragon race; he is communicating with the soul of an ancient dragon that has already passed away. The Lord of the Abyss bestowed it upon him through a contract..."
At this point, Isaac suddenly paused and looked at his master beside him. "Yun, lend me your magic. I have an idea."
Yun Wei, who was locking onto Richard with his mental power, was taken aback upon hearing this. He was preparing to interrupt Richard's initiation with the level five necromancy spell "Bone Spear" while Richard was still in the process of casting the spell.
Yes, at this point, he no longer cared about revealing his identity as a necromancer.
But Isaac had other ideas. Yun Wei didn't agree easily, only asking, "How confident are you?"
His perpetually hoarse voice makes it impossible to discern any emotion from his voice.
At this moment, the necromancer standing against the light lowered his eyes, making it impossible to discern his expression.
Isaac was silent for a brief moment, but did not answer directly. He said, "Trust me, Cloud. If you want to kill him, leave it to me."
The silver sphere of light grew larger and larger, reaching the size of a head, and wisps of hurricane energy were gradually taking shape around Richard.
As the wind howled, not only did the azure protective shield sway precariously, but even the glistening branches of the oak trees swayed slowly in the howling wind, creating a melodious symphony of sound.
"I still have about half of my magic power left." After a fraction of a second of consideration, Yun Wei replied. He took Isaac's hand and closed his eyes, entrusting the magic power within his Time Branch to his servant.
The azure light curtain suddenly vanished, falling to the ground and splashing water everywhere. The approaching arrows were deflected by the whirlwind summoned by Richard, causing the soldiers to fall and their horses to tumble.
Amidst the increasingly high-pitched, intermittent, faint dragon's roar, Isaac also began to sing. His voice was beautiful, like a violin that had slumbered for centuries, slowly humming in the quiet night.
"O mysterious and profound source of all laws, I, the last descendant of the Temu Browne family, here I am, Isaac Moriti, and I swear once more before the eternally shining stars..."
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